He could only rely on himself. The miasma was very serious. Lin Weiwan kept drinking spiritual spring water and wet a piece of cloth with spiritual spring water to wrap around his mouth and nose.

After walking for a while, I found some familiar crooked trees. When I got closer, I saw that they had placed stones by themselves under the trees and there were also marks drawn on the trees.

With a smile on his face, he walked around the tree and continued walking forward. When it was dark, Lin Weiwan found the crooked tree he had been looking at again under the light of the flashlight, and he also drew a mark on it.

At night, the fog in the lake was thicker and I couldn't see my hand in front of me. If it were someone else, they would have bumped into a tree or fallen down.

However, it is a different story for Lin Weiwan, whose five senses have long evolved to be different from those of ordinary people.

This Lost Pond is different from other forests in that there are almost no animals to be seen. There is not even the sound of birds. Occasionally, you can see some insects.

Tired from walking, Lin Weiwan sat down under a tree and ate some dry food from his backpack with the help of a flashlight.

There was no fear or anxiety on my face. I glanced at my watch and it was already past eight in the evening.

Lin Weiwan did not rest until dawn and walked to the crooked tree again.

The same stone markings and signs. Lin Weiwan sat on the same stone as before and took out some water to drink. The morning mist was filled with water vapor. Every time he breathed, he could feel his nose getting wet.

After eating and drinking, Lin Weiwan rubbed his legs and cleared his throat. "Come out."

The sudden words made the forest even quieter. After a moment of silence, Lin Weiwan looked towards the hillside on the right.

"Aren't you coming out yet? I've been following you for so long." Lin Weiwan's voice was low enough for people nearby to hear clearly.

The shoes made a slight sound when they stepped on the dead branches and leaves on the ground.

Lin Weiwan looked at the figure slowly appearing in front of him and smiled, "You must be tired."

"That's right, Sister Xiaowan, you really don't look like you're from the city. You can actually walk so far in one breath."

Jin Cao slowly sat down opposite Lin Weiwan and spoke, her clothes already wet by the dew.

"Really? I didn't expect you could follow me this far." Lin Weiwan smiled at the girl in the scarf in front of him.

"Why don't you do it to me?"

Jin Cao was stunned, looking confused. "What did you say, Sister Wan?"

Lin Weiwan looked into Jin Cao's clear eyes and said, "If your brother had followed me, he would have taken action long ago. Why didn't you kill me?"

Jin Cao put his hands on his knees and moved his fingers slightly, "Sister Wan, I was afraid that you would get lost, so I followed you."

Lin Weiwan sighed, "If you don't tell me, I will just keep going forward."

Jin Cao stood up fiercely and said, "Sister Wan, don't leave. We have been around this place several times. Let's go down the mountain."

Lin Weiwan leaned against the crooked tree and knocked on it, "Who told you that we have been around it several times. This direction should be the end of the Mihun Pond. If we go forward, we should be out of the fog in just a few hundred meters."

Jin Cao moved her lips, "Sister Wan, what are you saying? I don't understand."

Lin Weiwan put on her backpack and said, "If you don't understand, then turn around and don't follow me."

Jincao smiled and turned around. Could she still go back?

The cold light approached, Lin Weiwan bent down to avoid it, turned around and kicked at the golden grass.

"Why can't you help it?" Seeing the golden grass being kicked hard, Lin Weiwan felt distressed.

"There are many ways to solve a problem, why do you have to kill someone?"

Jincao spat out a mouthful of blood and covered her stomach with one hand. The kick made her unable to stand up.

"It's because I have no choice but to avenge myself. You have never experienced the darkness of human nature, so you don't understand. You have lived too well. You don't understand." Jin Cao took off the scarf that was wrapped around her head.

She stood up slowly and said, "Sister Wan, I really envy you for being able to live beautifully in the sun, unlike me who can only walk in the dark."

Lin Weiwan looked at the burnt face of the golden grass and said, "I said, if there is a chance, I will try to heal your face."

Tears dripped from his scarred face. "It's too late. There's no chance. This is how my life will end."

Jin Cao rushed towards Lin Weiwan again, and the dagger narrowly slashed across Lin Weiwan's face with a whistling sound.

The two of them tangled together again, but unfortunately after only a few moves, Jin Cao was kicked and beaten by Lin Weiwan again.

Lin Weiwan frowned as he watched Jincao fumble to stand up again. Without saying anything more, he rushed towards Jincao.

The cracking sound of bone fracture echoed in his ears, and Lin Weiwan shook his hands. "Why are you doing this? It hurts so much."

Jin Cao looked at his broken leg and dislocated arm and said, “No matter how painful it is, it can’t compare to seeing my loved ones die in the sea of ​​fire. No matter how painful it is, it can’t compare to the pain of being burned by the raging fire.

They deserve to die, all of them. Just kill me." Jin Cao raised his neck and smiled.

Lin Weiwan, however, had no intention of taking action. He did not kill because he had guessed Jin Cao's motive for murder.

The chairs and plaques hanging on the beams in the main hall of the Jin family explained everything.

Although the wood is covered with pulp and its color cannot be seen, the exquisitely carved patterns under the chair armrests reveal everything.

Not only that, this is how people in the mountains usually get their crops.

From the moment he entered Jinjia Village, Lin Weiwan discovered that the conditions in this village were much better and far inferior to those in the town.

Although people try their best to cover it up, details determine success or failure.

Shoes, quilts in the room, Jin Jiu cigarettes...

When they arrived at Jinjia Village, Director Luo showed them the files of Jinjia Village. They were all grown by ordinary farmers, so where did the old things come from and the living resources that did not match their current situation come from?